Someone wrote “When I die, I want to die like my grandmother who died peacefully in her sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers riding in her car.” It’s all a matter of perspective isn’t it?
A few years ago I went on a cruise with my children and grandchildren. From my perspective it was a glorious week. My daughter had a different perspective.
She came home exhausted. I would see the children each day right after their naps when they were rested and filled with smiles. I was never there when they started whining and sniffling because they were tired. I did not have to negotiate to get them to go to sleep.
At the end of the day, I would collapse into my bed and be asleep in seconds. My daughter had to deal with dirty diapers, “I want a drink of water” and “There’s a monster under my bed, kill it.” My sleep was never interrupted by urgent requests to go “big girl potty.”
In an effort to be sensitive I gave my daughter this advice.
If the kids are giving you a headache, follow the instructions on the aspirin bottle: “Take two aspirin” and “Keep away from children”
When I regained consciousness I realized… It’s all about perspective!
My tendency to get my shorts in a knot during the rush of the holidays can often be squashed by a simple change of perspective. I will be surrounded by a loving family this Christmas. If it takes me an extra hour to get home because of last minute shoppers, I will still be surrounded by a loving family this Christmas. Many would love to sit in traffic for that privilege. The season is not about me. It’s about spreading the JOY made possible by the arrival of the Greatest Gift of All! A savior born in a manger!
That gift changes the perspective on everything![reminder]Has a shift in perspective ever changed your attitude?[/reminder]